Qiao Lian lay on the bed staring at the ceiling after the evening shower. She couldn't fall asleep.
The moment she closed her eyes, the look of contempt on Shen Liangchuan's face appeared in her mind.
She raised her hand and pressed it against her chest. All she felt was a dull ache in her heart now.
She had grievances she could not speak of and they were choking her.
She was penniless when she first arrived in Beijing.
As a woman, what other ways were there to make money?
But what right did Shen Liangchuan have to be angry at her past? What right did he have to leave her in a huff, just because he felt that she was in some way associated with Old Liu?
She turned to the side and took a deep breath, but it did nothing to suppress that bitterness in her heart.
Biting her lip, she suddenly sat up.
No, she wasn't going to let herself be bullied like this.